Chapter 124: An Agreement.
"The total is two hundred and three thousand yen. The odd amount has been rounded off. Will that be cash or card?"
Facing the smiling waitress's inquiry, Tatsuro's trembling right hand slowly took out a bank card from his pocket and said, "Ca... card."
"I've made you spend so much, senior Tatsuro." Nobara Kugisaki was currently clutching a large crab leg, her face showing not a hint of apology.
"It's fine. It's just this once, anyway..."
Although Tatsuro said that, he was mentally chalking this expense up to Gojo-sensei.
Despite the heavy bleeding from his wallet, he had also chatted a lot with this junior girl, for instance, about what he cared about most: why she joined Jujutsu High. After all, that was what Principal Yaga had asked him back then, a memory that was deeply ingrained.
However, the reply Nobara Kugisaki gave him was also very interesting. She came to be herself. After all, joining Jujutsu High came with a monthly salary. It could be said that apart from being a bit dangerous, it was a very perfect job.
After the meal, the two walked out of the restaurant. Tatsuro brought her to this time's test site, a clothing department store that had gone bankrupt due to poor business.
Even from a hundred meters away, one could feel the negative aura emanating from within. Because ordinary people would feel depressed when passing by here, gradually no one would deliberately pass this way.
Tatsuro said, "This is today's practical test. You can handle it, right, Nobara Kugisaki?"
"Hmph hmph! Just let senior Tatsuro see my strength!" Nobara Kugisaki, full from her meal, confidently lifted her skirt, took out the hammer strapped underneath, and walked towards the tall building.
"Quite neat," Tatsuro praised. Then, he once again sensed the familiar aura from last night. He instantly activated his three-tomoe Sharingan and stared into the distance.
A man who looked very much like Suguru Geto, draped in a kasaya, was currently watching him. He smiled faintly and then left directly.
"That guy..."
Tatsuro slowly closed his eyes, and sage markings gathered on his face. He then instantly vanished from the spot, chasing in the direction Geto had left.
Although he didn't know why Geto was frequently revealing his cursed energy and approaching him, he had to chase after him to see what trick this fake Suguru Geto was planning.
In a small alley.
Tatsuro had tracked the cursed energy residue on the ground all the way here. His three-tomoe Sharingan looked at Suguru Geto, who had his back to him, and asked, "Are you here for revenge?"
"How could that be?"
Suguru Geto slowly turned around, looking at Tatsuro standing before him with a smile. He said, "I just wanted to come and chat with you, just like before."
"..."
Tatsuro looked at the stitches on his forehead. His three-tomoe Sharingan slowly condensed, forming the Mangekyo Sharingan. At this moment, Geto's soul appeared in his left eye, completely exposed.
He said, "So it's a bug that parasitizes other people's brains. I have nothing good to talk about with you. It would be better to completely erase you right now."
"I'd advise you not to do that."
Suguru Geto said fearlessly, "After all, I can't guarantee whether you'd be faster at killing me inside your domain, or if you'd die faster."
"If you ask me, we should just kill this kid. What's the point of keeping him?"
A voice came from behind. Tatsuro instantly activated his 'Susanoo,' a red skeletal frame covering the outer layer of his body, and turned to look.
Who is it? Even in 'Sage Mode,' he actually didn't sense an ambush!
A flower was currently growing rapidly, its stem becoming thick, until it covered the alley exit. As the petals bloomed, three cursed spirits appeared inside.
"Brat, what are you looking at? Look again and I'll roast you into charcoal!"
"..."
Hidden in a plant, huh? No wonder 'Sage Mode' couldn't sense their presence.
Tatsuro's crimson pupils glanced at the three cursed spirits blocking the exit. From the total amount of cursed energy in their bodies, he could tell they were all Special Grades. And not the ordinary kind; they were probably among the strongest of the Special Grade cursed spirits.
If only one of them had come, he could still go and try to fight recklessly. But three of them...
Heh heh... better get as far away as possible.
He happened to remember the one who had just spoken, that "Pot Treasure" who was always determined to fight in high-end matches. His body was grayish-white, dressed in black clothes with a yellow cape, a one-eyed cursed spirit with a Mount Fuji-like head – Jogo.
He didn't know the other two, but anyway, the cursed energy in their bodies wouldn't be too different.
One was wearing black long pants, its left hand wrapped in white cloth, with cursed markings on its body, and its eyes were replaced by two tree branches. He was probably the one who had hidden the group of cursed spirits just now.
There was also one that resembled a deep-sea octopus, with a red head, its form wrapped in white cloth.
"This is really frustrating. Can't run away now."
Tatsuro grumbled internally, then turned to look at Geto and asked, "What did you want to talk to me about? I can listen."
Geto said with a smile, "Help me complete one task."
"What?"
"The fingers of Ryomen Sukuna hidden in Jujutsu High. I want all of them."
"Impossible. If you want a fight, just say so. At worst, we'll completely destroy this city!"
Tatsuro refused directly. This condition of his was truly fantastical. Get Sukuna's fingers? Why not just ask him to solo-kill Gojo Satoru?
As he spoke, a red light shone in his eyes. The 'Susanoo,' which was originally just a ribcage, began to grow arms and a head. He didn't care about the deaths of humans; from the very beginning, he didn't care. He only cared about the people closest to him.
Even if it meant going blind and leveling several square kilometers, he had to get out.
"Geto, if you ask me, just kill him directly. Then the four of us can charge into Jujutsu High, grab Sukuna's vessel, and force-feed him the fingers," Jogo shouted. The volcano on his head also started to make "gudu gudu" sounds, and the temperature in the alley began to rise.
"Don't be like that, Jogo. With Gojo Satoru around, even if the four of us attack together, we can't beat him. Recklessness won't work," Geto comforted him.
He then looked at Tatsuro's eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this, Tatsuro-kun. Let's do it this way. I have two conditions. As long as you agree, we'll let you leave and won't harm you in the slightest."
"1. Help us once. 2. Forget this agreement, and only recall it when I say the word [Contract]."
"Nothing to add?"
As Tatsuro spoke, his right eye began to bleed, and the sound of shattering glass came from the space behind Geto.
Sensing the space behind him shattering, Geto recalled the scene where his neck was almost ripped off before and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He added, "We won't make you harm your own comrades."
"Fine."
Tatsuro really didn't want to fight them at this moment. This agreement was more or less acceptable to him. As long as it didn't harm those who were especially important to him, nothing else mattered.
Actually, it was more that he wasn't confident he could escape from four Special Grades...
As the 'Binding Vow' took effect, the agreement between Tatsuro and Geto was reached. The young man also forgot this promise. He looked at the cursed spirits surrounding him and said:
"You're not leaving? Still want to fight?!"
"This little brat!? You're this arrogant right after making a 'contract'? You really think I don't dare to slaughter you?" Jogo was now so angry that his head started to spew magma.
"Don't be like that. The 'Binding Vow' has been made. If you touch him now, you'll be punished. Let's go."
Geto, seeing the 'contract' was made, quickly departed. The flower the three special grade cursed spirits stood on also slowly closed. Jogo shouted, "Brat, I'll come back to teach you what respecting your elders means next time!"
How could Tatsuro be afraid of him? He retorted, "If you dare to come alone, I'll shave off that Mount Fuji on your head."
"Aaargh! You stinky brat! You just wait!"
If it weren't for the fact that Hanami's flower couldn't be burned by fire, Jogo, with his explosive temper, would have already erupted. He then vanished from the spot.
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